Chapter 23 - This Was Heaven (R-18)
Jason leaned back against the plush sofa, his shirt half undone, exposing his toned chest. The warm glow of the room's ambient lighting reflected off the neat stacks of cash piled high on the table—over a hundred million won.
Reika, nestled to his right, trailed her lips along the nape of his neck, her soft breath sending shivers down his spine. It might have been a coincidence, but she was clearly lingering on one of his sensitive spots. A knowing smirk curled on her lips as she whispered, "Oppa, you must be loaded. Can I ask what you do for a living?"
Jason ran a lazy finger along her collarbone, tracing the delicate skin before tilting her chin up. Her beauty was undeniable—despite being in her late thirties, she looked no older than her late twenties, a testament to years of meticulous self-care. "You really want to know?" He grinned, his voice low and teasing. "If I told you, you'd only get hurt."
Reika let out a soft chuckle, pressing herself closer. "Mysterious, huh? That makes me even more curious."
To his left, Hera shifted, pushing against his arm. Her full lips formed a playful pout as she looked up at him, feigning jealousy. "Oppa, can't you see me?"
Jason turned, eyes sweeping over her. Unlike Reika's refined allure, Hera had a sultry, almost dangerous charm. The deep neckline of her dress framed her impressive D-cup chest, and his hand, already resting on her, slipped under the fabric. He traced lazy circles around her breast before finding her nipple, giving it the lightest flick. "Of course, I'm watching," he murmured. "And I can feel you too."
Hera gasped, her breath hitching as his fingers teased her. He could feel the way her nipple hardened under his touch, a response she couldn't hide.
On the other side, Mi-young, the youngest of the three, leaned forward to pour him a drink. The movement caused her tight, peach-colored leggings to stretch across her toned thighs, revealing the outline of the T-shaped panties underneath. "Oppa, have a drink," she said sweetly, lifting the glass toward him.
Jason didn't even glance at the whiskey—his eyes were fixed lower, appreciating the way her curves moved. He smirked. "Feed me."
Mi-young's cheeks flushed slightly, but she complied, holding the glass up to his lips as he took a slow sip. The warmth of the liquor burned down his throat, but the heat between them was far more intoxicating.
Jason exhaled deeply, his senses fully immersed in the moment. On his right, Reika's lips continued their slow exploration of his neck. On his left, Hera squirmed under his teasing fingers. And in front of him, Mi-young, ever the eager one, sat back with a small, satisfied smile. 'This was heaven.'
Jason a broad grin stretched across his face as he pulled both women closer, hands roaming freely over their soft curves. The heat of their bodies, the scent of expensive perfume mixed with liquor—it was intoxicating. 'Man, this app is a gift from the gods.' He wasn't just sitting here with three of the sexiest women in the business—he was touching, teasing, owning the moment. He tightened his grip on their waists, reveling in the feeling. "Mi-young," he said, turning to the youngest of the trio, "why don't you give us a little show? With a body like yours, I bet you're an amazing dancer."
Mi-young's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Oppa, how did you know? I was actually the ace of my group because of my dancing."
"She's not lying," Reika added, her voice smooth and sultry. "This girl can move."
Jason chuckled, eyes glinting. "Then let's see it."
Mi-young hopped up onto the table, her peach-colored leggings hugging every curve as she adjusted her stance. Meanwhile, Jason reached for Reika's red dress and tugged it down, letting the silky fabric pool around her waist. Her breasts bounced free, revealing soft, brown nipples resting against a luscious swell of flesh. Jason traced his fingers over her skin, marveling at the way her nipples slowly stiffened under his touch. "Ah, they're a little sunken?" He tilted his head, intrigued.
"Yeah," Reika murmured, biting her lip. "But when I get excited... they pop right out."
"Hmmm... I'll have to test that." His fingers teased her breasts, kneading gently, savoring every reaction. But his attention was soon stolen away as the music changed.
'Wait a minute... I know this song.' Jason blinked. That was a real-world group. The realization that this world mirrored his own in strange ways sent a fleeting thought through his mind. 'Is this place really just a simulation?' But then Mi-young moved, and any thoughts of deeper questions vanished. She started slow, rolling her hips, letting the beat guide her. Her innocent expression melted away, replaced by something sultry, teasing—pure temptation.
As the tempo picked up, she arched her back, tossing her long black hair over one shoulder. Jason leaned forward, transfixed. Her legs spread wide, her hands dragging down her toned stomach as she swayed, grinding against the air with deliberate, hypnotic movements. "Damn..." Jason whispered.
Then she turned, facing away, and bent forward onto the table, shaking her ass in time with the music. The tight leggings left nothing to the imagination. The outline of her T-shaped panties was completely visible, an invitation he couldn't ignore.
Jason felt his blood rush south. "Shit... I can't take it anymore." He shot to his feet, his body fully aroused, straining against his pants.
Hera laughed, glancing at his crotch. "Oh my... I think something's trying to escape."
Reika smirked, dragging her nails down his chest. "Suddenly getting all worked up?"
Mi-young paused mid-dance, eyes flicking to him. "Oppa?"
Jason exhaled sharply. He was done waiting. It was time to take things to the next level. Observing the varied reactions on their faces, Jason proclaimed, "Take everything off!" He was the first to strip completely naked.
"Such a service isn't normally offered—but since you're our oppa, we'll do it for you," one woman remarked.
"Mm~ This might be surprisingly good. I'm definitely turned on."
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"Oppa, no one will know, right?"